Saturday, February 9, 2008

Show Me Your Teeth!

This is about as photogenic as I can get when it's forced. I tell Aaron to show me his teeth now because "Say cheese!" doesn't work anymore. And the flash doesn't help either, I'm sure. Oh well. He's still cute.

It seems like we always end up in Aaron's room after dinner to play until bathtime. His new phrase is "Sit here!" and he points to the exact spot on the floor where you must plant your behind. Daddy is out of town right now (he'll be back Friday), so I've been taking pictures during our playtimes for him. Here are some of the best:

Friday, February 8, 2008

Oh, How I Love Him

As I'm sitting here blogging, my son has now been in his room for an hour and 45 minutes without falling asleep for his afternoon nap. However, he has not gotten off his bed. All those toys in there and the only thing he has been doing is talking to himself, with an occasional kick to the wall (not maliciously. I think he plays by putting his foot through the slats along the back of his bed and he occasionally hits the wall behind.). He does this every morning as well. I wake up to the sound of him talking, but he does not get up from the bed until I open his bedroom door to go get him.

I guess I should enjoy this while it lasts.

The Boy, He is Traumatized

Daddy and I took Aaron into town last Saturday for a haircut and to run some other errands. The haircut lady asked us at the end of Aaron's cut if we would like her to just comb his hair or if we would like a spike 'do. I thought the spikes would be cute so I told her to go ahead and do that. She then stuck her comb into a vat of styling gel and came out with, to me, seemed like an abnormally large amount for his little nog. She ran the comb with the gel blob through his hair and his hair responded by spiking quite nicely.

I wasn't too sure about his new hairdo at first, it sort of made him look like a hoodlum, but as time wore on, it grew on me. I starting thinking about if we had just a regular old comb at home so that I could replicate what our stylist had done.

That's when all hell broke loose. All that hair gel started to dry and turn hard and flake and the boy realized something was a little different up there. He finally reached up and felt what was going on and started to wail. "No spikeys! No spikeys!" He did this all the way home. People, it takes us 45 minutes to get home from town, so you can imagine the frazzled nerves. Before we put him down for a nap, Daddy had to wipe his head down with a wet washcloth because it was bothering him so badly.

The weird thing now is, out of the blue, he'll turn and look at me with sad, expectant eyes and ask, "Spikeys?", as if, any minute now, I'm going to strap him down and do that to his hair again. So I reassuringly say, "No spikeys. Never, ever, ever again. No spikeys." And he'll ask at the craziest times - dinner, bathtime, grocery shopping, Reagan walks.

Very strange.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Laundry Day

I think it's about time, don't you think?

I was playing with the settings on my camera again today with this shot. The above shot is my favorite. It was taken with a White Balance setting called "Shade." I also took the shots below:

Auto mode:

See how bright it is in the front with the shadow in the back? I hate that. And it so doesn't mimic the actual lighting situation that was occurring at the time.

Then there's the Incandescent mode:

I suppose there's a situation where this will look good but, so far, it just looks blue to me.